Seeing this shadow, Ye Qing was also stunned. Because this shadow was simply a little girl of about eight or nine years old, no wonder she looked so small and thin.
This little girl was wearing a large piece of clothing, clearly an adult's clothing, with several scars on her small face. Her face was covered in dirt, who knows how long it had been since she last washed. Her hair was messy, her clothes tattered, looking even dirtier than a beggar.
Being held by the Wolf Monk, the little girl's face was full of fear, timidly looking at Ye Qing, with her small hands hidden behind her back as if she was hiding something. Her small face showed a hint of stubbornness, teeth tightly biting her lower lip. Although she was frightened, and tears welled up in her eyes, she was stubbornly holding them back.
